Pepper in his French Toast

Saturday morning. Hubby has requested French Toast for breakfast. No problem, I enjoy cooking food that he likes and can eat. He certainly needs the calories.

Thinking of the gardening projects I would be starting after breakfast, my hands automatically whisked up a couple of eggs and poured some milk into the bowl. I splashed a dash of vanilla for flavour. Turned around to get the bread out of the breadbox, while reaching into the cupboard for the salt & pepper shakers.
Ha! Who says I can't multi-task any more?

It was then that I noticed some little black specks floating around in the mixture.
Noooooo - I couldn't have!
I did not sprinkle pepper into the mixture! A little salt, of course - but pepper??

Oh well, too late now. I went ahead and cooked up his French Toast. I figured with all the syrup he pours over it, he won't even notice.
He didn't.
But my scrambled eggs tasted suspiciously like vanilla.